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Poster: bluedevil Date: Aug 17, 2009 10:57pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Non-Dead - the long slow sad demise....

CNN: Who are you listening to these days?

Grace Slick: I like Daughtry [what?], I like Nickelback [are you fuckin' serious????], I like Dave Matthews. I like Beyoncé -- she's a really good entertainer.

When things were more clear.... it's got a good beat and you can dance to it:;feature=related

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Poster: William Tell Date: Aug 18, 2009 6:46am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Grace did it! I am throwing up now...

I will never forget this quote of hers from roughly 20-25 yrs ago: "music kids listen to should make their parents throw up!"


WTF?! Now it's working in reverse?

To be honest, I always thought it was a really lame quote that like some of the things she said sounded "socially revolutionary" without being worth diddly do...

No, music should ALWAYS be GOOD, and though we have debated it endless hereabouts, fine details of what is good and bad can evolve, shift, etc., but I have always maintained that there is an underlying musical basis (ie, objective) for assessment of any period's music...

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Poster: BataviaSparky Date: Aug 18, 2009 7:40am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Grace did it! I am throwing up now...

I throw up when I hear "We Built This City".

Does that mean my kids should like it?

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Poster: William Tell Date: Aug 18, 2009 7:48am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Grace did it! I am throwing up now...

Ha--yep, that's defn one that most all Airplane fans love to hate, and it's so easy...

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Poster: Mandojammer Date: Aug 18, 2009 12:26pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Grace did it! I am throwing up now...

I about came unglued when Grace Potter & The Nocturnals covered White Rabbit at FloydFest 8 a few weeks ago.

The chick has a set of pipes and boy can she use 'em. You could feel the strains of 'feed your head' booming down the field from the Main Stage. Track 18

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Poster: skies Date: Aug 18, 2009 1:02pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Grace did it! I am throwing up now...

Grace Potter has a great voice ,and the music is good, i listen to her concert, thanks to you !

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Poster: skies Date: Aug 18, 2009 7:45am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Grace did it! I am throwing up now...

I just read thi bit of info and I thought it's so funny,you might like it too:there is a little town in Austria called "fucking"! I t exists since the VIth century,the place was created by lord Focko. Nowedays the mayor of "Fucking" is pissed off because people come from far away to get pictured next the town sign , and he,the mayor decided to put cameras by the town's sign to find out who are all those making jokes about the place !

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Poster: Jerrob Hungar Date: Aug 19, 2009 7:50am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: What the dormouse said?

Thanks for posting, bluedevil. Its good to see Grace looking so good.

Thought I'd post Grace's comments on Jerry and also Hunter's Journal entry, which I came across recently.

'He listened carefully when you spoke. He gave brief humorous answers showing an amazing insight to whatever the subject was.

Open and generous spirit - a wise man in chaos'

'I don't think all the aspects of Jerry were fully realized in his music. He was so "attractive" - gentle intelligence, talent, humor, and a sharp wisdom - that he was ultimately unable to turn in on himself.

These traits were obvious one on one, and, through his ability to express himself in any number of mediums, he was a poor man's da Vinci - among, but apart from the crowd - above, but without disdain'

[not sure I understand the 'unable to turn in on himself' bit]


What's not to like?'

From Hunter's Journal of

August 3, 2005

'Ten years since old Jer kicked the bucket? Seems more like fifty.
Nothing about his passing seems like "only yesterday," rather as long
ago and faraway as my childhood.

From the sublime to the vicious, everything that could be said has
been said and said again. Yet, the essential mystery of who Jerry
Garcia was remains. What can be said with fair assurance is that he was
a source, an original way of seeing the world that agreed with others
in a few broad and important outlines, but which in just as many other
dimensions confounded all expectations.

I wouldn't say he delighted, in any Whitmanian sense, in what
appear to be his contradictions, nor that he had control of them;
predictability was not his strong suit. Not even self predictability.
He could be alarmingly kind in situations where kindness was the last
response to be expected - and altogether gruff where sympathy seemed
the more natural response. You could almost say he had weather rather
than climate.

Few would disagree that a key part of him remained isolated,
unknown and unknowable. His art is the closest thing to an available
roadmap of his singularities, amorphous clues, and clues only, to the
nature of his true affections. Where he entered, he dominated,
generally to his dismay. He knew he was not a leader, more a scout
striking out in the wilderness of his intuitions, unwittingly summoning
others to tag along through virtue of his magnetic personality and
apparently deep sense of inner direction, but basically antipathetic to
following or to being followed. Driving back and forth across the bay
from Larkspur to San Franscisco on Workingman's Dead recording
sessions, our conversations would range wide, or, sometimes, nothing
would be said at all. I remember once we got to talking about
directions. He professed to having none and inquired as to mine. "For
the time being," I said, "I'm just following you following yourself."
"Then we're both lost," he muttered.

A persistent image I have of Jerry which seems strangely resonant
with his coming and going: a brilliant sunny day on a boat bobbing
above the abyss of Molokini where the floor of the ocean suddenly drops
off a cliff and plunges to unknown depths, I watch him check his gear
then sit on the edge of the boat and tumble over backwards into the
water, which is clear to a depth of several hundred feet. I watch him
dwindle in size as he descends further and further, spread eagle and
motionless, until he is only a speck to the eye, then disappears
altogether from view and there is no more Jerry, only ocean.'

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Poster: bluedevil Date: Aug 19, 2009 9:00am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: What the dormouse said?

I love that last image Hunter gives of Jerry - very apt.